Your Awkwardness Is Not A Verdict

The sun is up, but your mind is still stuck in the dark room of last night, playing that one clumsy sentence on a loop. You are convinced that those few seconds ruined everything, that the whole day is now tainted by a stumble you cannot undo.

But the light of this new morning does not ask you to edit the past. It simply shines on what is here, right now, exposing the lie that you are defined by your worst moment.

There was a man born blind, and everyone assumed his condition was a punishment for sin, a mistake that ruined his life. The light looked at him and said: neither this man nor his parents sinned.

This happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him. Your awkwardness is not a verdict.

It is a canvas. The sun has risen on a world that is being made new, and that includes you.

The sentence you spoke is gone. The light that speaks your name remains.